Praying for an accident.

Jill Y and I had one of our hourly arguments. I said I was better than her and she begged to differ. The begging didn’t stop there either. She said she was a better person than I was, that she had less contempt for the less brilliant than I had; that she could cry; that she knew her limitations; that she understood how magnets work; that her best friend wasn’t called Thirsty Dave; that her sense of humor wouldn’t see her end up in prison and this is all truth absolute. What she doesn’t know is that I recently learned to pray:


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